Intangible Struggles Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

My fingers hit the keys
And words start to grow
Lines become poetry
Lines become an explanation
A paradox of life
Broken homes
Become broken tones
Confusion becomes the language
Don't deny this downward spiral
There is no such thing as denial
After all it is false
You reap what you sew
You pay what you owe
Inescapable is the cumulative
Negativities that freeze
And make a person
Go into a period of intangible struggles
For a while they are hard to handle
But that is because you got one hand on the ledge
You need two to pull yourself up
You need vision
You need goals
You can find something better than this